2/02/2016

I was woken up by rain. It was dropping to my face and I tried not to wake up. After some time I surrender and went to get some coverage for our faces to be able to felt a sleep again.

Somebody called me from the balcony and I came out. Instead of balcony there was a road covered with wonderful shine - creaking snow. Some happy strangers in warm clothes passed by. Near my window was standing my young and beautiful mother and smiling to me. I was naked and felt nice frost by my skin but I was not frozen. I cam to her and breath with warm air on my frozen window to melt ice and to look inside. Inside was a fir-tree covered by snow. That's surprised me. I expected to see rain...

Afterwards my mother showed me old black and white photos of my childhood which I never had. On these pictures I saw mother looks like she never looks. My beloved uncle, looks like I never saw him before. Myself, little girl with toys which I never played. I looked on the flat of my childhood where I never lived. To the street in the window, belongs to the city and country which I never knew before. But all this knowledge was so native to me that after I waked up and looked to the clean Moscow sunrise I was not able to realize which of the past is more real...

And after was a flash of understanding. And everything became clear and simple. And I realized that there are no accidents in my life - everything is consistent and necessary. And I need everybody whom I meet as well as they need me. And for a second I felt myself endless solid in all my eternity multidimensionality. And it was wonderful...

This is what this blog is about. Commonalities and differences. Traveling through the world of art to chronicle

our impressions. Presenting our own work.

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THE AUTHORS

Victoria Dematté

And what do we need?

Just light in the window. And what we dream about?

That the war is over.And where are we going?

Where the sun shines…

Chris Dematté

Since I got my first camera (a Kodak Instamatic) I am addicted to taking pictures. So it was quite obvious that I became a photographer. Beeing it now for about 30 years I am still with the great photographer Imogen Cunningham: "Which of my photographs is my favorite? The one I'm going to take tomorrow".

”Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”